Such A Good Guy

13. Luna

CHAPTER 13

Luna

“ W ell, Ignatius,” I said pleasantly as I adjusted the neckline on my flowered dress to draw attention to my expanding breasts. “Tell me a little something about yourself.”

This was going very well. Or, it was going to go very well.

Ignatius look exactly the picture of a romantic hero. Chocolate-brown hair, melting dark eyes, a dimple in each cheek. Tall, well-built, dressed in a suit.

This was the kind of man I should be with. Not men you thought were just friends with who stole your passport and imprisoned you and forced you to go on the official Anne of Green Gables tour. Seeing Green Gables had been one of my dream vacations, but I wasn’t expecting to be a prisoner for it.

Now Ignatius, he had all of the necessary qualifications in a suitor.

For example, the ability to get me back across the border and away from Luke O’Neill.

“How long have you been working for Luke? What was the interview process like?” I asked inanely.

“Oh, it wasn’t much of an interview. He didn’t even call my references,” Ignatius laughed handsomely, running a hand through his attractively moussed dark locks.

Wasn’t that just fucking like Luke? A sucker to the end.

Didn’t even call references?

Well, who the fuck even was this guy then? What if he was just some gym bro or dickhead friend of my brother’s that Luke, in his infinite chumpitude, had hired?

It is not my job to keep tabs on Luke O’Neill , I reminded myself fiercely.

How many times had I dragged him out of shit he was too nice to question?

“Are you looking forward to seeing Green Gables?” I asked.

“What? What’s that?” he asked.

I felt irritation sizzle over my skin. The man was literally here on Prince Edward Island and didn’t know the first thing about it. God, even Luke could recite half the movie.

“Why did you warn me about Luke?” I snapped. “Care to share any more details about that?”

Ignatius looked warily around. “I don’t—I can’t really say anything. Just—did you ever wonder why your crystal shop does so well?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked coldly, but he only turned to his menu.

“Fancy an appetizer?”

Is this why I’ve barely dated since I was a freshman in college? I wondered to myself as I gritted my teeth. Since men are so infuriating ?

There was no point in pressing Ignatius until he was ready to talk, so I picked up the menu too. Maybe I could soften him up with some mussels, although frankly the thought of them was absolutely nauseating.

What in the world was wrong with me?

I usually loved seafood and thought of Luke as a friend. Now, seafood made me want to vomit and my body was responding in ways I absolutely did not want to him. It was almost like my body had a goddamn Pavlovian reaction to his. Every time he got close my nipples tightened and my pussy soaked my panties.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Luke himself walk in the door.

As Ignatius pored over the wine menu, I made slashing motions violently against my throat, shaking my head at Luke to make sure he knew I did not want him to come closer.

At first, he didn’t understand, striding over with those long legs, thinking I was in danger, but when I whipped my head around violently, and pointed outside, my chipped manicured fingers stabbing the air, he frowned, and then sat in the table directly behind us, so Ignatius couldn’t see him.

Oh, why the fuck did he always have to be like this?

I tried to find something, anything to eat that sounded remotely appealing, trying not to look at Luke’s lean body angled toward me.

When I glanced over, for once he didn’t have the bright grin on his face, but his lips were curved down in a frown still as his tanned hand rubbed his chin.

He was looking at me and glaring.

Well, I had done nothing wrong.

I picked up my phone.

Go away, I texted him angrily.

His hand reached for his phone as soon as he heard the ding, his eyes scanning the words rapidly.

No , he texted back, and I tried to look away from the motions of those long, strong fingers.

Why not? I wrote rapidly.

You know why not

I flipped the phone over and Ignatius looked surprised.

“Is something wrong?” he asked considerately, his hand reaching over, just barely, to brush my fingertips.

Then a lot of things seemed to happen at once.

Ignatius was punched in the face and thrown to the ground.

And Luke picked me up, my breasts over his shoulder, belly on his chest, and he walked me out the door to his car.

By the time I started kicking him and pounding my fists on his back, he had already opened the driver’s side door and put me carefully but firmly in the seat.

Then he got in the car and we took off down the dark streets.

“Where are you taking me?” I said, trying to remain calm as panic spiked through me.

“Do you love me yet?” he asked as he pulled off down a dark street where all the buildings were shadowed and the windows darkened.

“No, I don’t love you!” I said firmly, clutching my seatbelt and trying to undo it with trembling fingers.

“ I love you ,” he said, turning to me, his eyes gleaming in the dark. “I love you so much, Luna. This whole tour is for you, because I heard you say you wanted to visit Canada once.”

He started to move toward me and I fumbled at my seatbelt, finally unlocking it as he moved the console aside with a sharp snap.

“Stay away from me,” I ordered, my fingers twisting back for the lock.

But he put his hand behind me and gently moved my arm from the door.

“Calm down, angel. It’s for your own good.”

I started to shove at his chest, push him away from me, but Luke was too powerful, with a lean, feral strength that frightened me.

He clasped my hands above my head, then drew his belt out and gently, carefully tied them to the oh shit handle so my hands were pinned above me.

“Luke, you better stop this right now,” I said, failing to keep a tremble out of my voice.

He drew his other hand down my throat, his eyes gleaming at me.

“I need to do this. You need my cum. It’s necessary for your body right now.”

“Have you gone mad?” I demanded.

He loomed over me in the tight confines of the car, both his hands free now to roam over my trapped body.

“You’re build like a goddess , Luna.”

My breath caught in my throat, that gleaming perfect golden face so terrifyingly close.

“And you’re so intelligent, too,” he added scrupulously. “It’s not just about your looks, Luna.”

That made me even more fucking furious, and I kicked out as hard as I could with my heels, digging those long spikes into his thighs.

“Shut up, asshole!”

He only ran a hand up my bare thighs, making a low fucking terrifying noise, like some distant wolf going feral.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” I said, my voice feeling unsteady, hoping that would slow him down.

“Trust me,” he said, pulling my skirt up as I desperately wiggled my hips back and forth.

But I was trapped.

For a moment I thought he’d stop at the weight I’d gained, wonder why I was getting rounder by the day. But he only stroked my belly with a proprietary air, like he owned me, then pulled my lacy panties to the side with strong fingers.

My pussy was tipped-up to him, and I looked down with horror to see my body’s strange reaction to him, the way his hands tipping up my hips seemed to make my cunt contract, then pump out slick heat, even though I was frightened and furious.

I attempted to kick him again, but he didn’t even flinch as he reached for his cock.

He held my eyes with that unnerving unblinking stare but I couldn’t help looking down.

His cock was alarmingly long and thick, precum already soaking the tip and splashing over my thighs.

“Luke, it’s not too late. . .this is not what a nice guy would do,” I said, desperately trying to keep my voice steady.

But he only moved himself between my legs so there was no way I could escape and positioned his cock at my entrance. His eyes were bright and feral. How long had they looked like that? How long had I been blind to what he truly was?

Of course I wasn’t a virgin but when I felt the big head part my pussy lips, I knew he was way too fucking big.

“God, stop Luke,” I said, my voice ending on a whimper.

“It’s for your health,” he said earnestly, and I screamed.

One hand held my hip, pinning me there, his other hand now tightening against my bound wrists.

“Luke,” I added in a whimper, “no.”

“This is for your own good, Luna,” he said, and I felt my insides begin to burn as he pulled my pussy inch by inch over his cock.

My chest felt cold with shock and horror, that it was Luke, Luke of all people doing this.

And every inch was a revolting betrayal, yet my cunt clenched tight around his cock, like my body wanted to pull him deeper.

Luke went excruciatingly slowly, and I was trapped immobile and taken with slow, painful patience.

And he bent to kiss me. I wanted to scream against his lips, but his stupid urgent heat seemed to surround me, his lips alternately hard and soft.

“Sweetness,” he said, and his voice sounded different somehow. Darker, wilder, uncontrolled.

He whipped off his shirt and pointed to the lines of tattoos up and down his lean, taut body.

“These are a record of you, angel. Everything about you. The books you read. Your shoe size. Your sales, your favorite crystals. In all languages. My body is a record of you, Luna. I love you so much.”

His fingers bit down on my hips, like he was struggling to control himself, and he let out a low, jagged grunt as his balls hit my ass.

Then he began to stroke inside and out of me, my hips aching with his touch, and his tongue alternately gently sweeping inside me, then biting my lip with a pop of pain.

He was obsessed

He was dangerous

He was a lunatic

He was insane

How did he know how exactly to touch me?

Luke had one hand curved around my neck, and his cock was sliding wickedly in and out of me, fucking embarrassingly loud slick sounds each time he drew out and thrust in again. And his fingers were circling my clit with horrifying accuracy.

I had always considered myself kind of a hard person to get to orgasm.

Usually it took me weeks of instruction to get any man to touch me with exactly that light and firm combination I liked. Not that they ever stuck around long enough once they met my family.

Or Luke

So how did this fucking psycho know how to pleasure me?

Steamy heat sizzled up my spine and I had to gasp with how close his cock and fingers were drawing me to orgasm.

But his legs felt tight against me and his balls so heavy that each slap against my thighs and ass was jolting me against the hard side of the door.

“Just come,” I said.

Luke bent to my ear.

“Not until you do. That’s the orgasm gap, baby, and I don’t fuck with that.”

His fucking lunatic grin stretched across my face and for the first time I realized I was well and truly trapped and fucked.

I gasped, feeling sweat trickle down my back and side where he gripped me with tight, hard hands.

“I’m not—going to come!”

“Yes, you are,” he said, and his lips were on mine then, firm, unrelenting pressure, his tongue swirling into my mouth.

How could someone who tasted so much like peppermint all-American wholesomeness have tied me with his belt so I couldn’t move and then fucked me like he knew my body?

I shook my head.

No

But he didn’t listen, swirling his thumb around my clit so I couldn’t resist any longer, and I came with a breathy low moan, Luke’s mouth on mine.

I felt filled with shame and rage but I came anyway, shuddering in long, lengthy convulsions.

Luke pulled back so he could look me in the eyes as he came, and now he almost didn’t look human with how his brilliant blue eyes didn’t blink as they stared into me, almost burning me as he orgasmed while staring into my fucking insides , the laugh lines only crinkling a bit as his cock twitched inside me and he filled me with jets of hot cum, his unblinking eyes devouring me and his lips mouthing

I love you I love you I love you I love you

Until the panic overcame me and I fainted.